It’s so sad that some of the loveliest and kindest people dislike themselves a lot
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Of course I’ll hurt you. Of course you’ll hurt me. Of course we will hurt each other. But this is the very condition of existence. To become spring, means accepting the risk of winter. To become presence, means accepting the risk of absence.
Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, Manon, Ballerina (via larmoyante)